The night was chilly like water.
Outside the Great Desolate City.
A layer of black mist enveloped it from all directions.
It didn't take long.
It enveloped the entire Great Desolate City.
An indescribably oppressive aura landed on everyone's shoulders. Everyone felt as if they were carrying a great mountain, suffocating from the pressure.
"What's going on?"
Grand Desolate City.
Within the City Lord's main hall.
A middle-aged man with a round body was currently cultivating. Sensing this aura, he suddenly woke up and looked at the sky uneasily.
"Milord, no… Not good!"
At this moment.
A guard ran in and shouted.
"What happened? Speak quickly!"
The Grand Desolate City Lord stood up and babbled.
"Just now in the city, for some unknown reason, it was enveloped by a black mist. Everyone was suppressed in place, and those with low strength couldn't even move!"
The guard said in a panic.
"It's over!"
Hear that.
The Grand Desolate City Lord felt a chill in his heart as if he had fallen into an icehouse.
At this moment,
He knew that they had fallen through eight lifetimes of blood fates and encountered a fiendish expert.
In the cultivation world.
Killing and slaughtering cities were too common.
Blood sacrifices to a city, a sect, and a sacred land were common occurrences among some fiendish cultivators.
He was a Great Desolate City with only a few hundred thousand citizens. He was in a desolate region, so it was reasonable for him to be targeted by the Demon path.
Perhaps no one would care.
After all, they had no backing.
"Grand Desolate City's City….. What should we do?"
The guard swallowed and said dryly.
"What should I do? How will I know what to do?"
The Grand Desolate City's City Lord was a godless man.
Since he dared to come, he must have complete confidence that the lord of a small city would die in the face of him!
"Tread!"
At this moment.
A crisp sound of footsteps entered everyone's hearts.
It was as if he had stepped on the tip of everyone's heart, causing their hearts to stop almost beating.
Under the moonlight.
Yang Qiu wore black clothes, his eyes were deep, and his snow-white hair fluttered as he walked out from space step by step.
As he approached.
A terrifying killing intent surged.
At this moment.
Many cultivators' bodies cracked their internal organs, all injured, their souls about to crack, their bones about to melt.
Killing intent was limitless!
Everyone felt a chill run down their spines. They wanted to escape from this place, but their legs seemed to be filled with lead. They couldn't even lift it, let alone escape.
"Saint... Holy Master...!"
The Grand Desolate City Lord felt his scalp explode.
This was too horrifying.
How could he, a mere Grand Desolate City, be targeted by a Holy Master?
This kind of person.
In any Holy Land, they were at the peak of their power. A single glance was enough to deal with them.
Countless people would try to curry favor with him and fight to destroy his Grand Desolate City!
"Senior...!"
The Grand Desolate City's City Lord squeezed out a smile that was even uglier than crying. He walked out of the main hall, arrived at the sky, and bowed to Yang Qiu.
His attitude was extremely respectful, almost to the point of kneeling.
"I wonder if you find the welcoming no to your liking , Senior. Please don't blame me, Senior. If there's anything you need, please give me instructions!"
The Grand Desolate City Lord spoke.
He was very nervous.
Faced with such a terrifying figure, he didn't even dare to think about escaping. If he did, he would die. If he stayed, he might still be able to survive.
"Hmm?"
Yang Qiu heard the voice.
He turned around and looked over.
His gaze was like a devil mountain, pressing down on the Grand Desolate City's governor from above.
Bang!
The Grand Desolate City's Lord landed on the ground, causing dust to fly everywhere. Not only did he not feel the slightest bit dissatisfied, but he was also even smiling.
"Scram!"
Yang Qiu spoke indifferently.
These words sounded like thunder, rumbling and rumbling. When many people heard these words, they immediately spat out a mouthful of blood.
Even the Grand Desolate City Lord did not feel well.
However, his eyes were dazzling.
The word' scram sounded like the sound of nature.
He knew that his life was saved!
It was very likely that the Holy Master wasn't interested in Grand Desolate City. He had come here for another reason!
He understood the cause and effect.
The panic in the Grand Desolate City Lord's heart began to subside, followed by great curiosity.
How big of a deal would it be to have a Holy Master personally make a trip?
"Tap! Tap! Tap!"
Yang Qiu strode through the air.
His pace was very slow, but it was very steady, and his goal was extremely clear.
He walked down from the sky and stood on a street. In front of him stood a pavilion that was full of ancientness. One could see a plaque right above the door.
Heavenly Secrets Pavilion!
"Discontinue the five elements from yin and yang. Look at the sun and moon in your palm!"
"Heaven and Earth!"
"Heavenly secrets could be measured?"
Seeing this couplet, Yang Qiu's face remained unchanged and said indifferently, "it's not a small tone, but do you think you can bluff me?"
He was a Holy Master, only a sliver away from a Saint. He didn't dare say that he could see through the secrets of the heavens.
What right did a Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets hiding in a small Desolate City have to say that?
"Humph!"
Yang Qiu snorted coldly.
He strode into the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets.
Just now, he had sensed that the person from the Everlasting Sword Sect who had killed his disciple had disappeared from this building.
Thinking about it.
That person must be hiding inside!
Even if it was a mountain of blades and a sea of flames, he still had to make it!